from Tiempo Lento Translated from Spanish by Carlos Reyes A small bird at my window red as a coal it goes to the
“And what a celebration when we realize that our survival need not make us into monsters” –Alexis Pauline Gumbs Softness, like honey catching the
Even though it’s impossible, I know he conjured that squall. Maybe the fuss embarrassed him, or perhaps it was his idea of a joke.